A call

I’m calling out
from the brink of a dark abyss
gaping in the midst of my soul.
I’m calling out
to you to save me from the fall.
I know, a hopeless call it is.

Nevertheless,
I wish you’d be the hero who’d
free me from the traps of my mind,
such as fits of despondent mood,
insane self-doubts and anguish blind.

You were the light
at the entrance of a tunnel
of despair leading to the void.
You were the light,
the new sun in my world devoid
of love pleasures, warm and gentle.

In the end, though,
you turned out to be a black hole
towards which I still gravitate,
whence all the turmoil of my soul
and gloominess originate.

Yet still you are
the sole one who can set it right
and turn to happy what’s lonely.
Yet still you are
the best man for me, if only
you dropped your misgivings and fright.

Be once again
my life’s source of light, love, and joy.
Save me from the mess I’ve become.
Let me be yours, my dear dream-boy.
You’ll see it will be wondersome.

Please, come to me
and say that what I’ve learnt is wrong.
Make me feel I’m a real woman.
Please, come to me,
bless me with your bright smile again
and hug me tightly, my man strong.